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I rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. My foot landed on an empty condom wrapper. Blinking, I found it had buddies nearby—three of them. It had been a busy night, a fantastic night, to finish up a busy day.
I smiled. Telling old man Benson he could stick it if he didn’t like me dating his daughter had been liberating after our encounter years ago. The risk had been worth it. Serena was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go for him or anyone.
Serena moved over and rested a hand on my shoulder. Her other hand traced the scar on my lower back. “How many of these do you have?”
“Three. That was shrapnel. Then a bullet wound on my left leg.”
Her fingers ran a circle around my scar. “Do they hurt?”
“That one does.”
She jerked her hand away.
“When I think of the buddy I lost that day,” I mean. “Freddy and I were close.”
“I’m sorry. Can you tell me anything about it?”
“Fucking cake-eaters sent us into a real clusterfuck. The grenade that nicked me got him.”
When the memory of the aftermath of his death threatened, I stood quickly, turning away. I couldn’t look at Serena and have her see the real pain that day’s events had triggered. “Get in the shower,” I barked.
The bed shifted, and then the shower started in the bathroom.
“If you hurry, I’ll let you wash my boobs.”
Serena isn’t Marilyn. My job here is a safe one.I made the decision to live in the present rather than the past. I grabbed a condom and walked into the bathroom. We might have to skip breakfast. They had food at the park.
As usual,traffic was heavy on the freeway as we drove down to Anaheim. Unusually, Serena was up front next to me. My dick still tingled from last night and this morning. She’d become my addiction.
We had Constance, Terry, and Grace in the back.
I checked the rearview mirror again.
“Don’t you dare laugh, Duke.” Constance jabbed the back of my seat. She’d certainly pulled offdifferentwith a frumpy top, huge sunglasses, a long wig, and a longer skirt.
I bit back my laugh but couldn’t avoid the smirk. Serena turned back. “I like the look.”
Normally, I was totally focused on the job, but when I put my hand on the center console and Serena covered it with hers, normal went out the window. My dick swelled, and I desperately wanted to be somewhere private with this very special woman.
“This is exciting, don’t you think?” my very special woman asked. “I haven’t been there in forever.”
I pulled my hand away so I could concentrate on driving. “Worried is more like it.” Serena shouldn’t have agreed to this Disneyland outing. It would be a difficult place to maintain security with all the crowds, and we’d be unarmed.
“Kitty, how about holding hands?” Terry asked in the backseat. He and Grace hadn’t agreed on how their fake-date cover was going to operate. “It would certainly be appropriate for a third date.”
“First,” Grace insisted. “After a few minutes with you, they’ll know nobody would agree to a second date. I’d choose a very public setting like Disneyland where you’d have to behave yourself.”
“Disneyland isn’t a first-date place,” Terry argued. “Because it would be awkward to cut it short—not that you’d want to with someone as charming as me.”
“Or someone as humble,” she added.
“I’d take you to a romantic dinner on our first date. Someplace with dim lighting where nobody would notice your childish nails.”
“I like them,” she said, displaying them in front of her. “All the better to scratch your eyes out if the situation calls for it,” she added with a hiss.
I knew better than to criticize a woman’s choice in nail art, even if it was multicolored and cat-themed.
Serena looked over her shoulder. “He’s right, you know. How many women would choose an all-day first date?”
